As a none-of-those, me too. One of the reasons I stay here is the wide variety of voices, more than I get IRL, which has been invaluable in both my personal and professional life. More, please!
I got myself a tattoo about nine years ago. Just a small one, a date, written upside-down on the inside of my forearm so that I was the only one who could see it right-side up. The date of my retirement.
Iād planned on getting a small sailboat (I canāt afford a house in most parts of my home country) and just fucking-off forever.
Then my Dad got sicker. Now, most of my savings are gone, and my dreams are like āA Raisin In The Sunā. Dried, dessicated, disappeared.
On the bright side, my Dad has lived several more years than expected because I stuck around, Iāve become the butler of an idiotic mutt who unfathomably adores me no matter how many times I forget the snack-bag, and, more importantly, I have learned that dreams, particularly dreams of the future, are malleable.
So, I guess one of my points here is - I donāt think you made the wrong choice, @Jesse13927 , you made the suitable choice at the suitable time. No-one has a crystal ball. Life is not a straight line.
And your Grandma sounds fab!
I wish you the very best for the future.
You and me both. Donāt ever leave, will youā¦
Yep, but on the bright side (selfishly), Iāve learned a great deal from those communities who do post here.
Have some baby-puppy hugs!
Oh, I feel that way all the time. Which is when I then repeat this German mantra:
HƤtte hƤtte Fahrradkette
Yeah, I fucked up, and Iāve been fucking up most of my life, but I am alive, I still find it amazing that I can feel, breathe, basically experience reality. And eventually I will move on, but until then I shall enjoy this.
I hope you can find little moments of pleasure to help get over the woulda shoulda moments.
Those idiotic mutts do seem to be a sort of glue in our lives. My ex girlfriend has been living with me for about eight years over the end of our relationship precisely because of her mutt, who is the one guy I adore most.
He looks wonderfully idiotic.
(Speaking as a pro, not as a judge)
ETA: He also looks like a long, long way away Friesian. (Might just be me)
Well, heās a Spanish mutt from Andalusia, and the Spanish authorities at the shelter called him a Parson Russel mix. At 12, his loss of hearing means heās no longer so afraid of thunderstorms, and though heās always been stubborn heās got a sort of old manās āIām too old for this shitā attitude now. But he still goes to the office with me whenever I go, and still has some spunk left in him.
Iām starting to think Iām not.